can u do a short scenario where bokuto and his now wife just got married and theyâre on their way to the honeymoon and itâs just fluffy where bokutoâs so happy and heâs just like âgod damn i love my wifeâ this might not make sense but u get the vibe
wow,,, kara actually posting something? hereâs this, itâs been forever but i hope you like it
Scenario; Bokuto being so in love with his wife that it just makes his heart swell
    âBokuto,â your voice murmurs lowly as your eyes fixate on the fingers intertwined with your own. Koutarou looks at you, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. âYeah?â he asks, leaning over to kiss your temple lightly. You pause for another heartbeat, still looking at your hands as your head falls to Koutarouâs shoulder. âIâm Bokuto,â you say, glancing up at your now-husband with a grin breaking onto your face. Koutarou laughs heartily, shoulders trembling as he smiles widely, punching a fist into the air. âYouâre damn right youâre Bokuto,â he shouts, pulling his hand from yours and wrapping an arm tightly around your shoulder.
      Koutarou leans closely to you from the airplane seat next to you, holding a fake microphone close to your mouth. âHow does it feel to be the prettiest, sexiest, most amazing Bokuto in the whole entire world?â You tapped the fictional mic, blowing onto his fist twice before mustering up confidence in your voice. âWell, Kou, I just wanted to thank you for letting me come out here today, it really means a lot,â you giggle lightly before clearing your throat, continuing. âIâd have to say being the prettiest, sexiest, most amazing Bokuto in the whole entire world feels pretty great, but Iâd have to ask you the same question, Kou. How does it feel to be the greatest, most athletic, cutest, sweetest Bokuto in the whole entire world?â Koutarou grins sheepishly, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck and grabbing your hand again, tracing circles against the back of it.
      Heâs silent for a moment, smile pressed into the soft of your neck as he breathes into your ear lightly. âItâs still surreal to me, even though weâve been married for two weeks now,â you murmur, resting your head on his with a sigh. âTwo weeks, three days, twelve hours, thirty-six minutes, and forty-two seconds,â Koutarou says against your skin, almost inaudible. Your eyes close, letting out another breathy sigh as his other hand finds your arm, tracing abstract shapes with the pad of his index finger.
      âI mean all of it, you know that, right?â he mutters against your neck again, pressing a light kiss to your skin before looking at you with soft eyes. âAll of what?â you ask, opening an eye to look at Koutarou tiredly. âMy vows,â you close your eyes again, chuckling lightly as you wrap your arm around his and pull your feet up onto the seat, pressing closer into his side. âEven though you waited until the day before the ceremony to scribble them down onto a piece of paper?â Koutarou grins bashfully.
      âI didnât even use those notes,â he confesses and your eyebrows furrow, lifting your head to look at him. Honey-colored eyes met yours and a blush scattered across his cheeks, his mouth turning up into a grin. âI knew nothing I said would even come close to how I actually feel,â you fell silent, heart now drumming against your chest as you shake your head, smiling softly to yourself. âYou never told me that,â
      âI didnât really have time to,â Koutarou cackles, nudging you lightly. âWe havenât really had much time to do any talking,â he trails off and your face reddens as you smack his shoulder, pushing him away with a grin on your face. âShut up.â
      Koutarou smiles at you, unwavering fondness resting in the glimmer of his eyes. He pulls you closer into his chest, thankful he could flip up the armrest between the seats. Your breathing evens out and Koutarou tugs a sleeping mask over your eyes, nuzzling a kiss into your hair before resting his forehead against the top of your head. He waits a moment, making sure youâre fully asleep before whispering breathily in your ear.
      âIâm so happy you found me,â he canât help the smile that breaks across his face as he continues. âGod, you still get my heart racing, I canât believe we have the rest of our lives together. Iâm going to make you the best breakfasts in bed, I swear to god babe you havenât even seen my ultimate scrambled eggs, my secret is that I put a little bit of garlic in themâŠâ Koutarou babbles on, pressing kisses in your hair as he absentmindedly and subconsciously traces hearts into the palm of your hand.
      âIâm so in love with you,â he somehow manages to whisper as his hand falls in his lap and his head falls against yours with a light thump.
You woke later, shifting the sleeping mask from your eyes and squeezing Koutarouâs hand softly. He shot awake, snorting and throwing punches into the air. You choke back laughter, never getting used to his violent routine. You shifted and stretched your legs, opening the blind on the window to your left, and gasping loudly at the view below.
The shimmering ocean spread out in all directions beneath you, so far that even if you squinted you couldnât see land. Your eyes widened and you furiously grasped for Koutarouâs arm, dragging him across your lap and pressing a finger to the window. Your feet shuffled against the floor, bumping against the carry-on suitcase underneath your seat. Koutarou grinned at you, squinting the blinding sunlight out of his eye as he pressed his cheek to the window, effectively blocking your view. You shove him back out of the window, eyes glistening with joy. Â
As he watched your childlike glee, Koutarou knows that even the deepest depths and the farthest reaches of the ocean pales in comparison to his love for you.
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